Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?